The Breech Wash'd
By a Friend to the
RUMP.
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IN an humor of late I was
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Ycleped a dolefull dump.
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Thought I --- we're at a fine passe;
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Not a man stands up for the Rump:
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But lets it be lash'd o'r and o'r.
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While it lies like a senselesse Fop--.
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'T would make a man, a Whore,
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To see a Tail tew'd like a Top.
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Though a Rump be a dangerous Bit,
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And many a Knave runs mad ont't,
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Yet verily as it may hit,
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An honest man may be glad on't.
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To abuse a poor, Blind Creature---
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I had like to have said, and a Dumb;
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But now it ha's gotten a Speaker,
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And Say is the Mouth of the Bum,
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When Besse rul'd the Land there was no man
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Complain'd, and yet now they Rail:
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I beseech you what differs a woman
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From a thing that's all Tongue, and Tail:
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Though a Rump, etc.
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The Charter we've sworn to defend,
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And propagate the Cause.
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What call you those of the Rump-end
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But Fundamental Laws?
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The Case is as clear as the Day,
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There had been no Reformation,
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If the Rump had not claw'd it away,
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You had had no Propagation,
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Tho' a Rump, etc.
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As a Bodys the better for a Purge,
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Tho' the Guts may be troubled with Gripes:
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So the Nation will mend with a Scourge,
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Tho' the Tayl may be sick of the Stripes.
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Ill Humors to conveigh,
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When the State hath taken a Loosnesse,
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(Who can hold what will away?)
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The Rump must doe the Bus'nesse.
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Tho' a Rump, etc.
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The bold Cavalier, in the Field,
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That laughs at your Sword, and Gunshot,
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An Ordinance makes him to yield,
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And he's glad to turn Tayl to Bum-shot.
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Old Oliver was a Teazer,
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And waged warr with the Stump;
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But Alexander, and Cesar
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Did both submit to the Rump.
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Tho' a Rump, etc.
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Let no man be further misled
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By an Errour, past Debate.
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For Sedgwick has prov'd it the Head,
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As well of the Church as the State;
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Honest Hugh; that still turnes up the Tippets,
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When he Kneels to Administer;
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Sayes ------ a Rump, with Skippons Sippets,
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Is a Dish for a Holy Sister.
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Tho' a Rump, etc.
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Through Pride of Flesh, or State
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Poor Souls are overthrown:
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How happy then is our Fate?
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Wee've a Rump to take us down,
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In matter's of F[aith] 'tis true,
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Some Differings there may
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But give the Saints their due,
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In the Rump they all agree.
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Tho' a Rump, etc.
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'Tis good at Bed, and at Bord;
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It gives us Pleasure and Ease,
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Will you have the rest in a word?
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good for the new disease,
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(The Tumult of the Guts;)
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a Recipe for the Kings Evil,
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Wash the Members as sweet as Nuts,
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And then throw them all to the Devil.
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Though a Rump be a dangerous Bit,
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And many a Knave runs mad on't,
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Yet, verily, as it may hit,
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An honest man may be glad on't.
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